"Hello again, Kyubey." Dubhe had taken on the form of a human child for this meeting, on the idea that Kyubey seemed so small and fragile that its normal 'ice cream' form would be unwieldy at best.
"Hello, Dubhe." Not fooled by the childish affectation, Kyubey casually returned the greeting to the inhuman entity. "Is there anything you need?"
In truth, the Incubator planned to inquire about the Septentriones, learn as to why they possessed such irregular energy signatures. They were enigmatic, anomalous, but superseding their distinctions from most creatures that the alien has contracted, abnormally powerful. As emotional beings, Kyubey ought to conduct an experiment to confirm his suspicions about the veritable oddities.
"Actually, I have been meaning to speak to you," the wish granter admitted, hazy intention lingering within his crimson gaze.